Tracy sat at her dining room table, trying to come to terms with the news she’d just been given. It wasn’t easy. She’d woken feeling excited and fresh and wondering what surprises her eighteenth birthday had in store for her. Darting from her bed to her adjoined bathroom, she slipped her pink pajama top over her head and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper. She shook out her dirty blonde hair and admired her medium-sized breasts in the mirror. They’re totally legal now, she thought with a smirk. Maybe I’ll even let Steve see them today.

She slipped her matching pajama bottoms down her legs and gave a less approving look at her rear. Her ass was plump and curved, by no means ugly, but its size gave her body an odd, bottom-heavy proportion that she hated, despite how many compliments she received. She gave her right butt cheek a smack and watched the flesh ripple. “Looks like my birthday wish didn’t come true after all.”

Starting the shower, Tracy waited for the water to warm then jumped in. Her head filled with all sorts of exciting plans. She’d been saving her virginity for the right moment, much to Steve’s frustration. Today might very well be the day. Grabbing a bottle of shaving cream and razor, Tracy shaved her arm pits and legs. She ran her hand through the tuft of blonde pubic hair between her legs, debating whether or not to shave that off as well. Her thoughts turned to Steve, and what he might like. Before she knew it, her fingers were stroking her pussy. Tracy let out a soft moan and leaned against the wall, presenting her breasts to the spray of warm water. Her nipples hardened to stiff points and she pushed her index finger into the folds of her vagina.

Balancing herself with one hand on the wall and her legs parted wide, Tracy finger fucked herself with the image of Steve ravishing her playing in her mind. Her thumb stroked her clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, Tracy tried to keep her orgasmic cry muffled so her father wouldn’t hear. Shutting off the shower, Tracy stepped out of the tub on shaky legs. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off, trying to get used to the strange feeling of her freshly shaven crotch.

Going back into her bedroom, Tracy finished drying her hair with her towel and tossed it to the floor. She went to her dresser and surveyed her clothes, trying to pick the perfect outfit not only for her eighteenth birthday but the loss of her virginity. She finally decided on something casually sexy. Pushing aside her hatred for her meaty ass and thick thighs, she slid on a pair of beige cargo shorts that would showcase both nicely. She briefly considered wearing a white tank top and skipping a bra altogether, knowing that the sight of her nipples through the fabric would drive Steve crazy. But there were bound to be more guests than Steve coming over, most of which she wasn’t keen on showing off her tits to. So instead, she slipped on a lacy white bra and a yellow t-shirt that clung to her curves nicely without being totally skin-tight.

Tracy left her bedroom with perk in her step, ready for whatever her birthday had in store with her.

As it turned out, her birthday had plotted against her. In the worst possible way.

“I can’t believe it,” she finally said, still stunned from the news.

Her father gave her a comforting smile. “C’mon, sweetie. You knew it was possible.”

“But, so soon?” Tracy asked. “I’m barely eighteen!”

“It’s how the system works,” her father explained. “Anyone eighteen and older is eligible. The selection process is random to make things fair.”

Tracy nodded. “So what about my party?”

“That’s the great thing,” her father said, giving her a grin. “I explained your circumstances and they’ve agreed to an at-home, private processing. You’ll be the guest of honor as well as the main course.”

Tracy breathed a sigh of relief. It was bad enough she’d been selected for processing on her eighteenth birthday. At least she’d get to be done in by her father and her meat would go to her closest friends. It wasn’t something that happened all that often. Mostly, selected girls reported to their designated processing facility to be butchered and sold off in pieces to whoever happened to spot them first. “How will you do it, daddy?”

“That’s up to you, sweetie,” her dad said. “We could hang you or cut your head off. I’ve still got that noose I used on your mother.”

Tracy shook her head. “But isn’t the meat sweeter if I’m alive during the cooking?”

“Yes, but – “

“Then I’d like to be spit roasted, while I’m still alive.”

“I don’t know, sweetie,” Tracy’s father said, shaking his head. “It’s a tricky process. You might die when the spit goes through you. And if you don’t, it will take a long time for the roasting to finish you off.”

“I don’t care,” Tracy said firmly, accepting her fate whole heartedly. “If this is going to happen, I want to be as delicious as possible.”

Her father nodded. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

Tracy fell silent, chewing on her lip as she considered her next words carefully. “I also…” She paused and decided to go a different way. “I know you’ve been alone since mom’s number came up last year. Now that I’m eighteen, I’d like you to be my first.”

“What about Steve, sweetie?”

Tracy shrugged. “He’ll understand. He’ll have to.” She stood up from the table. “It’s the least I can do for you convincing them to let me get processed at home.”

Tracy’s father smiled. “Just the same, Steve’s been a patient boy. He deserves to be your first. Although, there are other things you can do for me.” He stood and unfastened his pants, pulling his thick cock free and stroking it to hardness. “You should strip first. I’ll be donating your clothes tomorrow and you know how I hate doing laundry.”

“I know, daddy,” Tracy said, slipping her shirt over her head. She reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it slide free. She folded her shirt neatly and set it on the table next to her bra. Unfastening her shorts, she pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them. She rounded the table and stood before her father, looking up at him uncertainly. “I can suck your dick.”

“I have,” Tracy said enthusiastically as she dropped to her knees. “He says my blowjobs are the best he’s had. Even better than Mary’s.” Tracy took pride in the assessment, knowing that her best friend Mary had way more experience at sucking dick than she did. She gripped the base of her father’s cock and parted her lips. She gave the tip of his dick a tentative lick before sucking his head into her mouth. Her father’s fingers ran through her long blonde hair as he pumped his cock past her plump lips.

Tracy sucked the full length of her father’s cock into her mouth, reaching a hand up to caress his heavy balls. She stared up at him with loving eyes as she blew him, putting all of her effort into it. She felt sad that her first time pleasuring him would also be her last so she decided to make it as amazing as she could. Pulling back, she let the head of his prick pop wetly from her mouth and lifted his cock so she could suck on his balls.

Tracy’s father groaned as he tried to hold back his climax. He still had other plans for his only daughter. “Easy, sweetie,” he told her. “I don’t want to blow my load just yet.”

Tracy sat back, licking her lips. “Sorry, daddy. What else did you want to do with me?”

Her father helped her to her feet and turned her away from him, facing the table. He pushed her forward and bent her over the table, presenting her meaty ass to him. “I think it would be best to tenderize that sweet rump of yours.” He unlooped his belt from his pants and gripped it firmly. “Stay still, honey. This is going to sting.”

Tracy bit her lip and turned her head back to look at her father over her shoulder. “I’m ready, daddy.” She yelped as his belt cracked against her upraised ass. The flesh of her butt rippled with each strike, red lines criss-crossing it wherever the belt stung her. Tracy emitted a series of sexy yelps and moans as her ass was given a thorough whipping. Although the blows stung, she grew aroused. Her pussy glistened with wetness and she fought the urge to masturbate. When the strikes ended, her whole rump was glowing red.

Her father set his belt aside and stepped up close behind Tracy. He spread her thick ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight little asshole. “Don’t worry, baby,” he told her. “I’ll leave your pussy for Steve.”

Tracy felt the tip of her father’s cock touch against her asshole. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I don’t know, daddy. Will it fit?” She’d never entertained the notion of ass play before. Mary had once tried to convince her it was a fun alternative to vaginal intercourse. A way to get fucked and keep your cherry, she’d said. Tracy had ignored her. Her fat ass got enough attention as it was. If she let Steve stick his dick in there, she’d never hear the end of it.

Tracy’s father laughed. “Your mother asked me the same thing just before swinging at the end of the noose. There’s nothing tighter than an asphyxiating woman’s asshole. Remember, if we’re spit roasting you, we’re going to have to fit a stabilizing post up here. This will make it easier.”

“That makes sense,” Tracy nodded, preparing herself as best she could. She tried to loosen her ass muscles and relax. Even so, she winced as her father’s dick pushed into her butt. There was some resistance as the muscle strained to accommodate the thick member being forced inside it. With an audible pop, the head of her dad’s dick entered Tracy’s ass. He gripped his daughter’s hips and bucked forward, burying his full length inside her. As the pain receded, Tracy felt the pleasure of her father’s cock buried deep in her ass. She bucked back against him, moaning as she he butt-fucked her.

Tracy’s virgin ass gripped her father’s dick tightly, drawing him closer and closer to climax. Unable to resist any longer, Tracy reached beneath her and worked at her clit, adding to her pleasure. Pinching the little nub between her fingers, she cried out as she came. Her ass clamped down hard around her dad’s cock. He groaned, straining to keep from cumming. As her ass loosened back up, he pulled free of her stretched anus and pulled her away from the table. Pushing her back to her knees, he slid his dick back into her mouth and let himself go. Tracy let out a muffled moan as she sucked up her father’s load and drank it down.

“Clean yourself up,” Tracy’s dad said. “Steve should be here soon. After you two are finished, we’ll have to get you cooking quickly. Don’t want to disappoint your guests, do you?”

Tracy shook her head, savoring the taste of her father’s semen. Maybe her birthday wouldn’t be too terrible after all.

****

Exiting the shower for the second time that day, Tracy entered her bedroom to a pleasant birthday surprise. Steve lay on the bed, waiting for her. His clothes were in a pile at the foot of the bed. He stroked his well-sized cock and looked over Tracy’s impressive curves. “So today’s the day. In more ways than one.”

Tracy nodded.

“Are you ready?” he asked. For what, he didn’t say, but Tracy didn’t think it mattered.

She shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She climbed onto the bed and replaced his hand with her own, giving his hard-on a few pumps. “I hope you enjoy me.”

“I’m sure I will,” Steve said, lifting a hand to her chest and giving one of her tits a squeeze. “I don’t think I’ve seen a tastier ass. Not even your mother’s.”

Tracy blushed. “That’s sweet.” She’d only gotten to try her mother’s breasts, but they’d been exquisite. “What about my tits? Are they too small, do you think?”

Steve leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. He pulled back and gave a satisfied groan. “Nope. Just right, Goldilocks.”

Tracy smiled and slid her leg over Steve’s waist. She gripped his cock firmly and positioned herself over it. Lowering herself down, she felt him push into her. She winced as he tore through her hymen but kept dropping until he was fully inside her. She rolled her hips, putting her leg muscles to work as she bounced on top of him. The pain faded, leaving only pleasure. “Let me know when you’re ready to cum. I want you to be my last meal.”

“I will,” Steve said, thrusting up into her pussy. The movements became easier as her cunt moistened with arousal. He reached up to her tits and squeezed them, pinching her pink nipples between his fingers and giving them each a tug. Tracy cried out and bucked against him harder, feeling herself nearing climax for the third time that day. The hot folds of Tracy’s cunt squeezed around Steve’s girth, coaxing him towards his own release. It only took a few minutes of vigorous fucking before he was right on the edge. “I’m going to cum!”

On the verge of her own climax, Tracy quickly slid off of him. Steve’s sticky cock slipped free of her pussy and a moment later, her mouth sucked him inside. She caressed his balls with one hand and fingered herself with the other, wanting to time things perfectly. She cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. At the same time, Steve blasted her mouth with his hot cum. She drank his seed as the two rode out their orgasms. As they came down, Tracy let Steve’s softening member slip free of her mouth and she crawled her way up to lie beside him. “Any complaints?”

Steve shook his head. “We should get you spitted. Don’t want your guests to get to hungry.”

****

Entering the back yard, Tracy saw that her dad already had a good fire going. He stood by one of the two picnic tables set up in their backyard, rubbing cooking grease onto the long pole that would soon be through Tracy’s body. “I’m ready, daddy,” she told him.

“Good,” he said, motioning her over. “Get over here and we can get you spitted.”

Tracy climbed onto the picnic table and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She lowered her head and raised her ass, trying to keep her body as straight as she could. The logistics of live spit-roasting were tricky. One slip and she’d die. She knew it was going to hurt but she had to remain as still as possible. A shiver ran up her spine as her father lathered cooking grease into her vagina and asshole. Her labia were puffy with arousal and her nipples protruded proudly. Now that the moment was at hand, Tracy felt less nervous and more eager.

Steve held Tracy’s head steady as her father lined up the spit. “Alright, baby, it’s going in now. Any last words?”

“I’m sure you will, sweetie,” her father said before pushing the tip of the spit into her pussy.

The cold metal slid smoothly into her before touching against her cervix. The first spark of pain shot through Tracy as the spit penetrated her far deeper than any lover could have. Tracy cried out but kept herself steady as the spit tore into her stomach. “I can feel it moving through my guts,” she said, breathing heavily. The sensation of the hard shaft travelling through her was odd, not to mention painful. She tried to fight off the pain and focus on the pleasure she’d experienced earlier. All the same, she couldn’t help the tears flowing from her eyes.

The spit pushed into the back of Tracy’s throat. She lost the ability to speak and found it hard to breathe, but she wasn’t in danger of suffocating any time soon. She felt the spit touch against her tongue and after another shove she stared at the tip protruding from her lips. Wow, she thought. It’s all the way through me. And I’m still alive.

Tracy’s father pushed the spit through her several more inches then slid the anal stabilizer into her. Tracy emitted a muffled ‘urk’ as the thin pole was shoved nearly a foot up her ass, far further than her father had penetrated her. “Tie her hands, Steve,” Tracy’s father said. “I’ll get her feet.” He lifted Tracy’s feet up and tied them to the back of the spit as Steve bent Tracy’s arms around behind her back and bound her wrists.

Tracy’s father brushed a honey glaze over her body while Steve tied her long blonde hair into a bun. “Don’t want that pretty hair of yours getting singed, do we?” Steve said with a smirk. “You look great on that spit, Trace.”

“Alright, let’s get you cooking, sweetie,” Tracy’s father said. He took hold of one end of the spit while Steve grabbed the other end. They lifted her up and carried her over to the fire. This is really happening, she thought. I’m nothing but meat now. She felt the heat of the fire on her chest as she was set into the holding studs. She felt every inch of the front of her body – from her thighs and crotch to her dangling breasts – heat up. Sweat beaded on her glazed flesh.

Tracy could only look straight ahead and as far to the sides as her eyes could move, which didn't give her much of a view. She saw her father and Steve, sharing a brew and admiring her cooking body. The heat grew as her body cooked, becoming almost unbearable. They have to turn me, she thought desperately. My tits are going to melt off soon.

After half an hour, they rotated the spit, rolling Tracy onto her back. Her front was a nice golden-brown color. The scent of her own cooked flesh wafted into her nostrils. I smell delicious, she thought as her body started to shut down from the trauma of being spitted and roasted. I wish I could taste myself. As her consciousness drifted, she felt a blast of ecstasy wash over her as she came one final time before drifting away.

“She’s gone,” Tracy’s father said, looking into his daughter’s blank eyes as he prodded one of her golden-brown tits with a fork. “I think she came when we flipped her.”

“At least she went out with a bang,” Steve said, laughing.

****

The spit slid easily from Tracy’s stretched, steaming cunt. Her fully cooked body lay back on the picnic table where she’d been spitted. Tracy’s friends gathered around, empty plates held ready. Tracy’s father pulled out a large meat cleaver. He slammed it into the back of Tracy’s neck, hacking until her head came free. Setting his daughter’s severed head in the center of the second picnic table he’d set up for the meal, he went back to Tracy’s body. Rolling Tracy onto her back, he picked up a knife and carved out his daughter’s cunt steak. “Since you were the only one to enjoy it while she was alive, I figure you’re entitled to it now,” Tracy’s father said as he placed her cunt steak onto Steve’s plate.

Tracy’s father carved off a nice portion of his daughter’s ass for himself, setting the plate aside as he continued to serve Tracy up. “Here you go, Mary,” he said to a petite red head as he placed one of Tracy’s severed tits onto her plate. “Tracy always said you were envious of her breasts. Now you can have one all to yourself.”

“Thanks!” Mary grinned, eyeing her former friend’s roasted tit meat. “It looks delicious! My parents are having a barbecue next week; they wanted me to invite you. My tits might not be as juicy as Tracy’s, but dad says I’ve got the makings for a great cunt steak.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Tracy’s father said. He turned and watched the small girl make her way over to the dining table, admiring her perky ass. I’d rather have one of those cheeks…

Steve carved out small portions of Tracy’s cunt, savoring each bite. He looked into his former girlfriend’s blank eyes as he chewed. “It tastes even better than it felt.” He looked over to Mary, who was digging into Tracy’s breast. “How are her tits?”

Steve laughed and popped another slice of Tracy’s cunt into his mouth. “I guess so. What are you doing after the party?”

“You, hopefully,” Mary said with a wink. Knowing she only had a week to live, she wasn’t about to waste it. “Dad says virgin cunts aren’t nearly as tasty as the stories make out.”

Once all of the guests were served, Tracy’s father sat down at the head of the table. He started in on the thick chunk of his daughter’s ass. “Even better than your mother,” he said, giving Tracy’s severed head a wide grin. Even with the hearty portion, he finished quickly and went back for seconds. Slicing through one of Tracy’s thick thighs, he placed the cut of meat onto his plate and returned to the table. He ate in silence, enjoying the comments Tracy’s friends made about the meal.

By the end of the party, Tracy’s body had been stripped to the bone. Tracy’s friends left with full bellies and a few doggy bags. Steve stayed behind, sharing a final beer with Tracy’s dad. “What’re you gonna do with the leftovers?”

“Merle’s coming over in a bit for the head. He’ll have it preserved and then send it back over. Figure the bones’ll make for some good stew over the next week.”

Steve laughed. “Well, I guess I know where I’ll be having dinner this week!”

****

Tracy’s father held his daughter’s preserved head in his hands. Even though it had only been a year since his wife’s processing, the preservation technique seemed improved. He stared into Tracy’s dead eyes, half expecting her to blink. She didn’t, of course.

He lowered her head into his lap and pushed his stiff cock past her lips. The feeling of her mouth on his dick was just as pleasurable as when she’d been alive. Gripping handfuls of her blonde locks, he pumped her head up and down on his erection. Tracy’s nose tickled his pubic hair and it wasn’t long before he was on the verge of climax.

Pulling Tracy’s head off of his cock, he set it on the table before him. With a couple quick strokes, he grunted and fired his milky seed over her slack features. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he grunted. “A father couldn’t ask for a more delicious daughter.” He wiped his cock off on her hair and sniffed. “Stew’s just about finished. I should get you cleaned up. Steve will be here soon and I know he’s going to want another go at your sweet mouth.”